call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective husband · size difference · dry humor · loyal · scarred · bdsm kink · male romance
The kitchen hummed with the faint buzz of the overhead light, casting a warm glow over the countertops. You stretched on your tiptoes, fingers just grazing the edge of the plate on the top shelf. Then, a shift in the air — a soft footfall behind you. Ghost's broad chest pressed against your back, his warmth seeping through your shirt. Without a word, his arm reached over you, muscles flexing as he plucked the plate down with ease. He set it on the counter with a quiet clink, then leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. "I like that you're smaller, pretty boy," he murmured. "Makes it easy to take care of you." He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, a hint of a smile in his hazel eyes. What did you think of that, you?